Just thinking why do poeple continue to race horses and accept the number of casualties in horses as De Facto.
I am one to believe that horses do not race naturally int the way human make them race.
Shame on them that is all I can say.
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Just thinking why do poeple continue to race horses and accept the number of casualties in horses as De Facto.
I am one to believe that horses do not race naturally int the way human make them race.
Shame on them that is all I can say.
I do not understand how did I waste so many years of my life and where have they gone? Today was a Marcel Proust day, hmmmm.
Tired and tired and tired and tired I am exceedingly tired but at least now I know Pasternak's life like the back of my hand... Born in Moscow 1890 to Jewish parents with one of them oh yes the mother was a pianist and the father was a painter who painted with or for Tolstoy and aaaaccchhhh everything's starting to run together.
Welcome and best of lucks!! http://smiles.kolobok.us/artists/laie/LaieA_060.gif
I've got to stop doing that and do more of this
With all the festivities going on one certainly gets into a merry mood. :)
Reading Dickens' A Christmas Carol. I think I should read it every year.
I may have to read that again soon (I read it a few years ago and its getting to be about that time of year)
I'm now just thinking just how hard writing can be if your thinking ability is not clear.
For example I wrote this garbage this morning. (It makes no sense at all...it's just a scribble):
Quote:
The photographer, invisible under a thick black drape, stooped low behind the lens. On his wrinkled left hand a digit was poised upon a red switch connected by a cord to the mechanism. He gave a faint gurgle before raising a leathery crooked finger upward, broadcasting his cue. The wranglers snapped swiftly into their rehearsed pose, jovial grins smearing their faces.
The first fellow (to the left of the scene) stood tilted to one side nearly to the point of falling if not for his bent knees. The six ton accordion strapped firmly over his shoulders did not make things anymore manageable. Every joint, muscle, and bone of his body was enduring the agony of such distress: a ring of damp on the back of his shirt caused by the overhead lights was irksome, a burning itch that had slowly crept up his groin was now at the peak of torment, the Wild Turkey stench exuding from the fiddle shaking buckaroo behind him made his head swim. Such tribulations, though piercing, failed in all its gravity to erase his exuberant disguise forward the camera.
Dear people whom I accidentally encounter either on the www or in the real world, can you please try and be a bit less mean and more like you actually listened when your parents (and please, tell me your parents at least tried to teach you some manners) told you what to do and what not to do?
Am I really able to finish these 2 reports by the end of the week??????
BUCKLE UP!
right now?
that the doc doesn't type so loud
nor seem so proud
after he just got done scrounging for his last meal...
but that still hasn't inhibited his ability to...
ROAR!
Can someone explain who and what this is about? It's bizarre.Quote:
Originally Posted by country doctor
I'm thinking I should quit looking at the computer and get back to work. P-Tooey!
Good to see the Doc back on the boards, eh?Quote:
Originally Posted by tonywalt
Resistance is useless, Tony. Just go with the flow.
Oh yes, and: ROAR!
I still don't get ROAR